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Heathens lyrics - Offset

Spicy

Yeah

(Hey) 'Fore I take a nap (Nap), 'fore I go to sleep (Sleep)

Count a hunnid racks while I'm praying on my knees (Racks)

Choppa with the 50, wicker make the bitch breathe (Wick)

Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (Never)

Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's (G)

Ain't going outside, nigga, you don't read? (Who?)

Everybody having paper, ain't nobody greedy (Greedy)

Thotties in the room, I deny 'em, they cannot eat me (Deny 'em)

I keep talking 'bout her 'cause I'm missing Pistol P's (Pistol P)

Juju on my shoulder, you a angel, watch the demons (Watch it)

Throw him in the pit, he screamin' "Ah" for hyenas (Ah)

Shoulda thought about it, watch your mouth when you see me (Watch your mouth)

Please don't talk, send them shooters out, pop, beamin' (Baow)

We ain't tuckin' chains, we got too much Aquafina (Ice)

You can't come up in my trap, at the door, you get a screenin' (Nah)

When the money involved, it summon all the heathens (Ooh)

Jesus, please speak to me, I need some reason (Jesus)

She be teasin', I miss the one I'm kissin' on the weekend (Clutchin')

Only got one shot, you want my spot, I come and eat you (Ah)

So much money that the government think we do treason (Who?)

Policin', niggas pulling up to the precinct (Woop, woop, woop)

Anemic, diamonds walkin' through the mall, leanin' (Ice)

Me and the five like Kel and Kenan (Bah)

Shit was fucked up, we were stuck in Vienna (Stuck)

Mastering my flow, this shit is sick, pneumonia (Master)

My flow abnormal, put you in a coma (Rrah)

A stick and stoner, money make me horny (Oh yeah)

Pull up, stake banana cookie in the mornin' (Cookie)

Money that we makin' ain't regular degular (Huh?)

Roll up a Backwood and I been smoking on medical (Ooh)

Matchin' with the jewerly, with the cars, etcetera (Etcetera)

We go to war, we pull up with the metal up (Boom-boom-boom)

Checks, more checks, more checks, check the schedule (Phew)

Lord help me put up, my money up (Lord)

Pulling my strings, strings, get my bungee up (Strings)

I don't wanna hit the bitch, let my buddy fuck (Here)

Rollin' up the purple punch and it got a must (Stank)

Bases loaded, I'm the batter-up (I'm up)

I don't fold, I just ladder up (Hey)

Different caliber, different algebra (Du-du-du-du-du)

I got, money signs on calendars (Ha)

The Urus, real fast I handle her (Hmm)

No curing, the Instagram is killing us (It's killing us)

They not feelin' us (I feel it), tryna finish us (Finish)

My eyes are wide open, I see 'em plot (I see 'em)

I'm fine, I bought the Lambo' and bought the truck (I'm fine)

Denied them lies 'cause you fucked up (Denied)

I'm wise, I get the bag, double up

(Hey) 'Fore I take a nap (Nap), 'fore I go to sleep (Sleep)

Count a hunnid racks while I'm praying on my knees (Racks)

Choppa with the 50, wicker make the bitch breathe (Wick)

Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (Never)

Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's (G)

Ain't going outside, nigga, you don't read? (Who?)

Everybody having paper, ain't nobody greedy (Greedy)

Thotties in the room, I deny 'em, they cannot eat me (Deny 'em)

I keep talking 'bout her 'cause I'm missing Pistol P's (Pistol P)

Juju on my shoulder, you a angel, watch the demons (Watch it)

Throw him in the pit, he screamin' "Ah" for hyenas (Ah)

Shoulda thought about it, watch your mouth when you see me (Watch your mouth)

Please don't talk, send them shooters out, pop, beam (Baow)

We ain't tuckin' chains, we got too much Aquafina (Ice)

You can't come up in my trap, at the door, you get a screenin' (Nah)

When the money involved, it summon all the heathens (Ooh)

I'm a young shot-caller, hit placer

Bad bitch taker, AK-slangin'-ass gangster

White flags, nigga, we don't hang 'em

Two gun gang, twin Glocks, nigga, I'm flamin'

Shoulda been a teacher how I get you white chalk

Loyal to the gang, I can never get bought

Stay up out the streets, you need to use the sidewalk

Bitches clout-chasing, I can't fuck a bitch raw

Rappin' all that rah-rah, nigga got robbed

I can see right through you, pussy boy, you not hard

When the gang slide, everybody get scarred

Slumped over, police thought that nigga popped a bar

We don't type on keyboards, we shoot choppas

Ask around the city, deuces, I ain't never copped 'em

Savage way too solid, I don't lie and I don't gossip

Came from the gutter, now all the bad bitches top me

Bought a new coupe and the top saying, "Drop me"

Dissing me, you better off just saying, "Savage, drop me"

Way too authentic, pussy boys can't copy

Knife tatted in his face, that mean he got a body

Two bad bitches doing the 69, free Shotti

Show my Richard Mill, I don't gotta show my ID

Nigga wrote a statement and he picked you out a ID

We ain't stopping 'til your whole gang on a IV

(Hey) 'Fore I take a nap (Nap), 'fore I go to sleep (Sleep)

Count a hunnid racks while I'm praying on my knees (Racks)

Choppa with the 50, wicker make the bitch breathe (Wick)

Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (Never)

Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's (G)

Ain't going outside, nigga, you don't read? (Who?)

Everybody having paper, ain't nobody greedy (Greedy)

Thotties in the room, I deny 'em, they cannot eat me (Deny 'em)

I keep talking 'bout her 'cause I'm missing Pistol P's (Pistol P)

Juju on my shoulder, you a angel, watch the demons (Watch it)

Throw him in the pit, he screamin' "Ah" for hyenas (Ah)

Shoulda thought about it, watch your mouth when you see me (Watch your mouth)

Please don't talk, send them shooters out, pop, beam (Baow)

We ain't tuckin' chains, we got too much Aquafina (Ice)

You can't come up in my trap, at the door, you get a screenin' (Nah)

When the money involved, it summon all the heathens (Ooh)

Hit Em Hard lyrics - Offset, Trippie Redd, Kevin Gates, Lil Durk & King Von

(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

Skrrt, hey

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I can't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

Lamborghini wit' a hundred in 'em (Lamb')

Ride on 'em, in the drop, Bentley (Ride)

Get the money, on the money mission (Hey)

Had to focus, keep a tunnel vision (Woo)

No mercy, I'm not even playin' with 'em (Nah)

Knock 'em off, I had my man hit 'em (Knock 'em off)

I made me some bands with 'em (Bands)

My diamonds they like to go dance with 'em (Dance)

No talkin' 'bout joggin', we runnin' the city (Woo)

Opposition, now under submission

You movin' your tongue like you comin' against me

You hurt, in your feelings, convertible ceilin'

One push of the button, you comin' up missin'

Count it up, tuck it, take nothin' offensive

Touchin' them M's, what I loved turned against me

Let me know trust, 'bout to run it up riches

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

You gotta have heart, you gotta go hard

Gotta be smart, play all your cards

Turn to a beast, I could've starved

I couldn't sleep, I had to eat

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the 'Cat ('Cat), hop out and hop out the scat

Hop out and pop me some X (Yeah)

I be with killers, I land in the 'Raq

Bond out a killer, they label a threat

Strikers on strikers, they changin' the VIN (They changin')

Talk shit, just drop yo' pin (Just drop it)

You played that lame inside this club

You better not play him again (Von)

Doin' the dash, so fast, better not crash (Hell nah)

Twelve mad, pockets fat

You run a race, then this a bet (Oh yeah)

Catch up, bet I'll leave you

Tooka smoking hard, this that diesel

My lil' niggas lethal (Yeah)

I can leave a Lamb' in the regal (Skrrt, skrrt)

I'm in fast shit (Yeah), ain't get the tags did (Dang)

We'll slide in our momma car

We don't give a fuck, it get took, get our ass kicked (Skrrt)

Ayy, Durk you promotin' violence (On gang)

Yeah? They revokin' license (On gang)

Slide on bro with a brand new Lambo' truck

He don't know which striker (Vroom), vroom

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the dark, diamonds they dancin', they hitting real hard

In a push start, know that my engine the back of the car

I took out the tip and I'm pushin' my limits

I'm goin' real fast, I'm goin' real far (Yeah)

I told her to fuck with the boss and the business

I stay in my bag (Yeah), I know I'm a star

I stay with them crash dummies, we don't give a fuck, we hittin 'em hard (Hard)

And I'm using my brain one hundred percent, bitch, I don't need a job

Used to play on the handlebars (Bars), now we handling firearms

Just lend me the gas, and I'll do the dash

I'll puff up and pass, get deep off the pass

I hit 'em hard

Hot Spot lyrics - Offset (feat. 21 Savage)

[Offset (21 Savage):]

Zaytoven

Connected just like what? (21, real shit, nigga)

Connected just like hotspots (woo, [?], nigga, what the fuck)

21, woo, ya

21, uh, ya, yaa

21, 21, 21

[Offset (21 Savage):]

Connected just like hotspots (connected, uh, hotspot, oh)

Don't come on my block, it's a hot spot (hah, hah, hah, hah)

One way in an' one way out (one stop, one stop, one stop, one stop)

You say that you trappin', we see what you 'bout (you say that you trappin', you know you ain't trappin')

Connected like hotspots (connected)

Connected like hotspots (woo, woo)

Connected like hotspots (uh, 21)

Connected like hotspots (21, 21, 21)

Burn a nigga, that's a hotspot (pop, pop)

Standing on bricks like its hopscotch (bricks, 21, uh)

The block is hot, I got connections everywhere like hotspots (21, 21, oh)

[21 Savage:]

I'm cookin' up dope in the kitchen (skrrt, skrrt)

I leave the crumbs for the pigeons (say, what?)

These niggas be praying and wishin' (say, what?)

But me, I get up and go get it (what?)

I walk around with the thirty (the thirty)

I'm pourin' up fours and I'm thirsty (I'm what?)

You know that these bitches be thirsty (they what?)

Burglar bar doors when I'm servin' (21)

I really came from the streets (21)

I used to run from police (fuck twelve)

We not gon' play with the beef (uh-uh)

We pull up with sticks and we eat (grah-grah)

I done came a long way (long way)

My momma, she told me to pray (to pray)

I used to sleep with them roaches (the roaches)

Now, I'm playin' with the K (21)

[Offset:]

Connected just like hotspots (connected, uh, hotspot, oh)

Don't come on my block, it's a hot spot (hah, hah, hah, hah)

One way in an' one way out (one stop, one stop, one stop, one stop)

You say that you trappin', we see what you 'bout (you say that you trappin', you know you ain't trappin')

Connected like hotspots (connected)

Connected like hotspots (woo, woo)

Connected like hotspots (uh, whoa)

Connected like hotspots (connected)

Burn a nigga, that's a hotspot (pop, pop)

Standing on bricks like its hopscotch (bricks, huh, fuck)

The block is hot, I got connections everywhere like hotspots (huh, oh)

I was on the block before the rap (before the rap)

Servin' niggas in my culdesac (serve)

Mini-14 with the shoulder strap (shoulder strap)

'Case a pussy nigga wanna act (pop, pop, pop)

I used to be broke, but ain't goin' back (no)

Now we makin' movies, cinematic (movie)

I focus on money, don't worry 'bout bitches (focus)

I'm in love with money, we so attached

Round up my money, more haters start comin' (hey)

I got some millions an' I'm still humble (yeah)

Locked up in cells and I couldn't do shit (cells)

And I swear to God, man, I was feelin' lonely (lonely)

Even though that I got millions, I still keep the forty

It gotta stay on me (pop, pop)

I don't give a fuck if you run in my house

I swear I'm goin' out like I'm Tony (Montana)

Connected just like hotspots (connected, uh, hotspot, oh)

Don't come on my block, it's a hot spot (hah, hah, hah, hah)

One way in an' one way out (one stop, one stop, one stop, one stop)

You say that you trappin', we see what you 'bout (you say that you trappin', you know you ain't trappin')

Connected like hotspots (connected)

Connected like hotspots (woo, woo)

Connected like hotspots (uh, whoa)

Connected like hotspots (connected)

Burn a nigga, that's a hotspot (pop, pop)

Standing on bricks like its hopscotch (bricks fuck)

The block is hot, I got connections everywhere like hotspots (oh)

In Her Throat lyrics - Offset

Ay, Ay, Ayyyy

I ain't tryna put it in your throat

Bitch you know I am the goat

All white diamonds like the pope

Blurred vision I just poured a four

200 thousand a key

Your car is a lease

My wrist 40 piece

And my ear 10 a piece

Your bitch like to eat

So much dab it's a feast

We came from the street

Put the gang on they feet

I'm living my dream

My Glock got a beam

My phone keep on ringing

Diamonds shine like oil sheen

Birds keep on singing

Bitch drink my semen

Money bring demons

But God gonna clean it

I'm on the percolator

Suck on my dick and you masturbate it

My niggas celebrating

Then we got money then elevated

The magazine illustrated

Talk about Migos we really made it

Trapping and capping baby

Now I'm trafficking the records baby

Cocaine, selling cocaine

Smoking cookie, propane

Might take your hoe mayne

Ima boozie young nigga eating lo mein

Free the Wop mane

I let my dope swang

I ain't tryna put it in your throat

Bitch you know I am the goat

All white diamonds like the pope

Blurred vision I just poured a four

200 thousand a key

Your car is a lease

My wrist 40 piece

And my ear 10 a piece

Your bitch like to eat

So much dab it's a feast

We came from the street

Put the gang on they feet

Interview lyrics - Quality Control, Takeoff & Offset

[Takeoff:]

They say that nigga that don't talk much

Is that nigga that having them large bucks

We gotta make sure we hit first

No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups

We on top, ain't no runner up

Come on our side, tape and chalk up

Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money

I'm just tryna fill my vault up

Don't ask me no questions in no more interviews

'Cause I don't really like to talk much (nah)

Not that I don't know how to speak

It's you just ain't paying me enough to talk much (nah)

Not paying attention to tweets

'Cause if I look at em I'll wanna off somethin'

On Instagram flexing Phillipe

Like you the first, but I been bought one

Ain't posting no drank on the Internet

But I be drinking codeine when that drought come (lean)

She told me she from Puerto Rico

But after that head, I asked where that mouth from (swear)

I knew that was the outcome (outcome)

Ask me where I get my style from (style from)

Sherbert cookies in the Wild Rum (cookie)

China plug out in Taiwan

Nawfside where I come from (Nawfside)

Cuban link on top of tennis bracelet

Another Cuban link, that's on the right arm

My niggas don't do no talking

They eyeing them niggas to see what they on (eye)

With fashion I'm wildin', must have a stylist

Way that I put that shit on

Pull up I'm dropping the top on a Dawn (Rolls)

Wrist glis' bitch, broke bitch need a fix

Paranoid, watching cameras, take a shit with my stick (brrt)

Off the jet to my shows, back on jets with your bitch

She get wet, out them clothes, give her dick and that's it (smash)

They say that nigga that don't talk much

Is that nigga that having them large bucks

We gotta make sure we hit first

No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups

We on top, ain't no runner up

Come on our side, tape and chalk up

Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money

I'm just tryna fill my vault up

[Offset:]

I make a hundred thousand on an accident (accident)

Pushing weight, my pockets masculine (uh)

Ain't no nigga running up and snatching shit (nah)

I was hoping not to have to whack a bitch (whack)

I just paid 500K for the whip (racks)

I just paid 100K for the wrist (woo)

Clarity, wedding band rings on my fist

It's a charity, giving out dick to your bitch

Bigger faces got me dripping lately (woo)

The chopper working whats the bitch-uation

Mansion gated, gang affiliated

Trappin' the bomb, I had detonated

I stand in the pot, make it incubated (stand in that)

Bought a plain watch, I didn't want the glacier (plain)

Hop on that jet, Gucci aviators (aviators)

300 deep ain't no gladiators (gladiators)

Got a big bank in my vault (vault)

Sharpshooters on top of the roof

It's a hole in one nigga like golf (boom)

Niggas out here throwing salt

I let the money go talk (money)

I'm rich, you can see what I bought (yeah)

I'm on Saturn I'm sipping on cough (mud)

Cook the batter then send the work off (woo woo)

[Takeoff:]

They say that nigga that don't talk much

Is that nigga that having them large bucks

We gotta make sure we hit first

No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups

We on top, ain't no runner up

Come on our side, tape and chalk up

Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money

I'm just tryna fill my vault up

Mediterranean lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Travis Scott

[Offset:]

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)

I gotta tell the truth

I was expected to lose

I had to pay my dues, yeah

All of these chains on me

I brought the gang with me

Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah

Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear

How I feel, my mama wrist on trill

Watch your daughter before she disappear

'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids

Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em

Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment

Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch

Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave

You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick

We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip

I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered

Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field

No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield

Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills

Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed

Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

[Travis Scott:]

On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble

Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)

Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle

Goin' in for the summer, hey

Wallet change like the cash

Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash

Don't you hold nothing back (alright)

Rubber band pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah

Make me relocate (straight up)

Told me do not play, I do

Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah)

Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in

Butterfly the doors and you dive in

[Offset:]

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

Menace lyrics - Quality Control (feat. Lil Yachty, Quavo & Offset)

[Lil Yachty:]

Go'n bust it open, go ahead baby, get naked

Know you got a nigga but I wanna see you get naked

Deepthroat, deepthroat, baby go ahead, take it

Nigga on the strip, bought a bitch while he in Vegas

Say you gettin' money but the whole world know you fakin', uh

Move with the quickness

Flex so hard had to invest in fitness

Everybody think when you rich you can fix shit

Shit ain't broke 'less you broke, that's some real shit

I can send my whole family cars now

Rap nigga mad 'cause his father never came around

My lil brother J A1, know he stayed down

He'll knock the tooth off a nigga if they talk down

That's right, knock your tooth if you talk loose

Bitch givin' neck, deep throat like a white goose

[Quavo:]

Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out, moshpit

(Moshpit, moshpit, moshpit, yeah)

Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, hold 'em up for hostage

(Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, yeah)

Just bought a coupe and the interior ostrich

(Ostrich, ostrich, ostrich, yeah)

Walk in the bank, got a mil to deposit (cash)

Hundred thousand dollars on the neckpiece, flex piece

Hundred thousand dollars on the walkthrough, check please

I made the sauce and they ran with the recipe (sauce)

Ran with the recipe (ran)

All of my bitches treat me like Bill Bellamy (player)

Treat me like Bill Bellamy (player)

I'm on the couch and I'm posted like Ellen be (Ellen, yeah)

Posted like Ellen be (E)

[Offset:]

Big dog, pull up in the quick frog (big dog)

Matte black, inside eggnog

Smokin' up with Scotty, smellin' like a wet dog (ooh)

I never wanna go back to a rec call (no)

Lamborghini pullin' up, this not a Vette dog (skrt)

Get the dope and chop it up and then finesse y'all (hey)

Wide body, wide hips, I'ma take her

Inside red like the candy LifeSavers

Lookin' at the 'Tek on my wrist, ice breaker

[Quavo:]

Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out, moshpit

(Moshpit, moshpit, moshpit, yeah)

Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, hold 'em up for hostage

(Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, yeah)

Just bought a coupe and the interior ostrich

(Ostrich, ostrich, ostrich, yeah)

Walk in the bank, got a mil to deposit (cash)

Hundred thousand dollars on the neckpiece, flex piece

Hundred thousand dollars on the walkthrough, check please

I made the sauce and they ran with the recipe (sauce)

Ran with the recipe (ran)

All of my bitches treat me like Bill Bellamy (player)

Treat me like Bill Bellamy (player)

I'm on the couch and I'm posted like Ellen be (Ellen, yeah)

Posted like Ellen be (E)

[Lil Yachty:]

Go'n bust it open, go ahead baby, get naked

Know you got a nigga but I wanna see you get naked

Deepthroat, deepthroat, baby go ahead, take it

Nigga on the strip, bought a bitch while he in Vegas

Say you gettin' money but the whole world know you fakin'

Monday lyrics - Offset

I ain't playing no more

You know what I'm saying?

Different mindset, you know what I mean?

OG Parker

Different motivations, you know what I'm saying?

I'm tryna get more money, you know what I mean?

Deko

You know what I'm saying?

I'm not satisfied, you know what I mean?

I want everything, I want it all

Drop my top, let the roof loose (skrrt)

Look at these diamonds, fruit loops (look at this)

Ride like the president, bulletproof (president)

Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through (ba baow)

I came up from up a onion (onion)

Now I got money cross the country (money)

Fucking on a thot every monday (fucking on a)

Fucking on a thot every monday (fucking on a)

Drop my top, let the roof loose

Look at these diamonds, fruit loops

Ride like the president, bulletproof

Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through

I came up from up a onion (trap)

Now I got money cross the country (I got money)

Fucking on a thot every monday (thot)

Fucking on a thot every monday (thot)

Welcome to the game, welcome to the game

Gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring (shine)

My son got a dub in his piggy bank

I got it out the mud to get bigger rank (mud)

I'm sippin' on mud, got hella drank (drank)

You claim that's your hoe but I don't think

She was at the condo with the whole thang (whole thang)

She was in the condo fucked the whole gang (whole gang)

IG can hide a bitch, I'ma tell you 'bout the other side of it

She don't got a job or a house or a whip (no)

You ain't even know she a thot, she a trick (thot)

Let me tell you 'bout you broke lil' niggas (broke lil' nigga)

Nigga better hide your bitch (better hide 'em)

We started from a rock to a brick (from a rock)

Now these fuck niggas wanna kick it

Customise my whip, Xzibit (Xzibit)

You ain't making no noise, got crickets (shhshh)

We ain't going back and forth handle business

And I don't even gotta score like Pippen (no)

We done broke records, ask Guinness (Guinness)

Nigga we ain't done, we ain't finished (we ain't finished)

We was on the run independent (go)

100 rounds drums in the Sprinter (Draco)

Drop my top, let the roof loose (skrrt)

Look at these diamonds, fruit loops (look at this)

Ride like the president, bulletproof (president)

Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through (ba baow)

I came up from up a onion (onion)

Now I got money cross the country (money)

Fucking on a thot every monday (fucking on a)

Fucking on a thot every monday (fucking on a)

Drop my top, let the roof loose

Look at these diamonds, fruit loops

Ride like the president, bulletproof

Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through

I came up from up a onion (trap)

Now I got money cross the country (I got money)

Fucking on a thot every monday (thot)

Fucking on a thot every monday (thot)

One Shot, Two Shot lyrics - Offset

Dope boy on the block tryna make a flip

I can't believe I got fame, look where I came with a 9 in my hip

When you geting money, you gon' change the way that you live

My bitch go both ways and I ain't tripping on that bitch

Take one shot, take two shots [x6]

Take one shot take two shots

We pulling up in the brand new drops

Cuffing these bitches you niggas is cops

She suck me up but I don't eat the box

In the industry you get only one shot

We grinding non stop and we not gonna flop

Your bitch she suck me up like a lollipop

Allergic to broke give me chicken pox

Ooooh sexy chocolate drop, slow, sipping actavis at night

I keep the savages with me with pistols my nigga why not

You like the type of nigga I can beat with my hands with no eyes

If you ain't know 20, 000 ain't enough

I can get you knocked off for a dime

I was so blind I had to do time

50, 000 for my rhymes

20, 000 for my uh uh

Quarter million for my fisker

I'm working that bitch and you kiss her

Oh smash her, dismiss her

I'm official, you niggas is unofficial

I'm a millionaire but I still keep the pistol

Come and take one shot and fuck with a nigga

Taking 2 shots you be fucking a nigga

I got out of jail and have plenty benjis

Thank the lord for the vision and the mission he sent me

Dope boy on the block tryna make a flip

I can't believe I got fame, look where I came with a 9 in my hip

When you geting money, you gon' change the way that you live

My bitch go both ways and I ain't tripping on that bitch

Take one shot, take two shots [x6]

Only You lyrics - STANY, Rema & Offset

Baby any time wey I look at you

Many many things for my mind, oh (Mind, oh)

Tell me baby when we go link up (Link up)

Sweet red wine make we drink up, oh, ayy

So many things wey dey trouble my mind

But nah you dey make me wake up (Wake up)

Me no want make we ever break up (Break uo)

Me no need any other girl to chase up, nah, nah

Me no want dey so emotional

Many feelings I dey bottle up

Shey your friends no go laugh me now

If I say make I show am, hmm

Tell me your feelings, baby, no pretend

If nah no make you tell me now

Omoge nah you dey bust my head

Hmm, oh, my baby, I wan' hold you down

Ah, connection, connect

Say me no wan' never lose this

Ah, connection, connect

Say baby e be you me I really want

Forget am, forget

Say any other girl wey wan come my way

I go reject am, reject

Your love dey do me like shayo

Girl, I don manya

Nobody fit to quench this our fire

I just need one girl wey dey loyal, oh

You know say me I go treat you like royal, oh

You do me like shayo

Girl I don manya, oh

Nobody fit to quench this our fire, oh

I just need one girl wey dey loyal, oh

Dey by your side baby girl just like solider, oh (Woo, woo, Offset)

We was vibed out (Vibed)

Caught you in the corner, givin' me the side eye (Side)

Wannna play? You got some rules you gotta abide by (Rules)

We can take a jet or layup in my high rise (Go)

Keep it real with you It ain't nothing to lie 'bout (No)

Don't be askin', don't be pressin' about my whereabouts (Hey)

Don't be listenin' to them bitches, what they say about me (Woo)

Keep it solid, you're gonna ride 'til the wheels out (Ride 'til the wheels out)

All she ever wanted was a real hood nigga (Hood)

She don't see no flaws, only see the good in 'em (Good)

I was just a dog, fuckin' with the wrong bitches (Hurr)

Tell me when I'm lost 'cause you see the bigger picture (Hey)

Said she never met a nigga none like me (None)

Give her six figures just to shop like me (Shop)

Walk like me, now she talk like me (Talk)

G63, bought a new double C (Hey)

Ah, connection, connect

Say me no wan' never lose this

Ah, connection, connect

Say baby e be you me I really want

Forget am, forget

Say any other girl wey wan come my way

I go reject am, reject

Your love dey do me like shayo

Girl, I don manya

Nobody fit to quench this our fire

I just need one girl wey dey loyal, oh

You know say me I go treat you like royal, oh

You do me like shayo

Girl I don manya, oh

Nobody fit to quench this our fire, oh

I just need one girl wey dey loyal, oh

Dey by your side baby girl just like solider, oh

Hey, hey

Oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Oprah Winfrey lyrics - Offset (feat. Chrissa SJE, Domingo & Mango)

[Offset:]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Migo!

Young Rich Nigga worth a million

Maserati, smashin' buildings, Bob the builder

Rich nigga came straight out the trenchez

Fat pocket call it Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Oprah Winfrey

Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

(Offset!)

Oprah Winfrey

Pockets is fat like it Oprah Winfrey

Got a million I forgot to mention (M&Ms!)

30 round clip, that's a long extension

YRN then I end a sentence

I was locked up for a little sentence

Then I got out and bought a Bentley

Beat the pot like Bobby did Whitney

Grinch goons comin' through yo' chimney

I know that you mad 'cause you work at Wendy's

I'm drillin' yo' bitch mouth like I'm a dentist

My shoes an amphibian, they Givenchy

Don't make my bitch set it off, Jada Pinkett

I step on you niggas like welcome mats

Toni Braxton kush, have a heart attack

I wait on my nigga he comin' back

Fuck 12 nigga, free Willie Mac

I'm makin' a movie like Cinemax

Red diamonds look like a maxi pad

20 thousand make my pants sag

The streets is a jungle, didn't have a dad

I'm paintin' a picture like Mona Lisa

I gotta a plug up in Indonesia

Giuseppe Zanotti, they hyena

I'm drinkin' lean too much, might have a seizure (lean!)

Young Rich Nigga worth a million

Maserati, smashin' buildings, Bob the builder

Rich nigga came straight out the trenchez

Fat pocket call it Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Oprah Winfrey

Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey

[Chrissa SJE:]

Young rich nigga like Oprah

Hustlin', chasin' payola

In a party, I'm presented sober

Ashton kush blunts on the sofa

Extra he be the connect

No Nike shoes, used to run up a check

Bus full of sluts like nets

Shoppin' in holes no deck

Mountain blue mountain sippin' on lean, kush and codeine

With blue dream

Fuck you niggas mean, sippin' green lean

Whatchu mean roll up the billie jean

Y'all niggas speakin' brokanese

Nigga get your money up

Just finnesed the plug with a check

You know a young nigga had to run it up

Never had shit but some pot and a [?], came from the trenchez

You know a young nigga runnin' up digits

No need to ask for the ticket

Went from rags to riches to bags of midgets

To baddest of bitches, extravagant living

While you niggas still pretty penny

Gettin' to the Ms like Winfrey

[Offset:]

Young Rich Nigga worth a million

Maserati, smashin' buildings, Bob the builder

Rich nigga came straight out the trenchez

Fat pocket call it Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Oprah Winfrey

Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey

[Domingo and (Mango Foo):]

(Domingo!) (Mango!)

Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Different color hoes, Mr. Bentley

All about a check, I want the riches

Made it to the top, jumped out the trenchez

(Jumped out the trenchez, no trampoline)

(My team been ballin' like Mr. Clean)

(No steppin', my pockets is Oprah Winfrey)

(Like Terio, my choppas still kickin')

Daffy Duck, Kermit, my bullets spittin'

Migo my gang and we worth a ticket

Makin' movies like my nigga Cricket

Duuh! Duuh! Duuh! Duuh!, add up the digits

(Add up the digits and you niggas penny pinchin')

(In the A with them birds, I'm Mike Vickin')

(Makin' grades on my hustle but no T.I.P)

(I'm stuntin' like Jackie Chan when I kick it)

My diamonds is red like the Bulls

No Scottie Pippen, hunnids spent at Lenox

Got red on the bottom of my shoes

These Loubitons and I am a Christian

(True to my religion, I got plenty money but I'm still stealin')

Migos still winnin', whippin'them babies I hate children

[Offset:]

Young Rich Nigga worth a million

Maserati, smashin' buildings, Bob the builder

Rich nigga came straight out the trenchez

Fat pocket call it Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Oprah Winfrey

Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey, Rich nigga like Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey

Power Moves lyrics - Offset

Trap out my habitat

Front you the work bring the money back

Do the job I'll bring the Renault back

Got a whole brick in my fanny pack

I got dope in my inner tube

I served the molly the dog food

You signed to QC that's a power move

I shit on you niggas like biol movement

That's a power move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Hunnid round chopper don't make me act a fool

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

QC my label we powerful

Bentley Ferrari my caliber

I got young niggas on capital

Pulling up with the chopper Texas Massacre

When I'm sitting in the Bentley pull the curtain down

Trappin' and cappin' I'm tryna get about a hundred pounds

Call me here I'm trapping in the underground

Started with a four but then I whipped it to a nine

I got [?] the money after my time

Made a million just off speaking my mind

Sipping Actavis a hundred a line

When I'm pulling up nigga I'm shooting like Shine

It's a power move

Turning my wrist in the pot Typhoon

You a monkey nigga call a nigga [?]

You bitches be sucking on niggas call that bitch a vacuum

Trap out my habitat

Front you the work bring the money back

Do the job I'll bring the Renault back

Got a whole brick in my fanny pack

I got dope in my inner tube

I served the molly the dog food

You signed to QC that's a power move

I shit on you niggas like biol movement

That's a power move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Hunnid round chopper don't make me act a fool

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

Power-Move

SET IT OFF lyrics - Offset

Yeah

Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Yeah

Honorable

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Take off my top, it's the summer (Summer)

Put that shit on, it ain't normal (Let's go)

Took me a trip out to London, I'm going out shopping to fuck up them commas (Fuck it up)

She tried to turn me away, should'a seen the bitch face when I pulled out them hundreds (Seen her face)

Glocky, it's tucked by the stomach (Glocky)

I put this dick in her stomach (Hey)

I bought her the watch and she calling me daddy so you want a problem, nigga?

Drop the addy, I pop me a addy then I pop the baddy

I like that she tatted and she got a fatty (Tatted)

This chopper a savage, this chopper automatic

In the trap with the works, selling merch like Fanatics (Merch)

Nigga, I ain't hurt like I'm hurt, I can't pass it

Stay in the 'Yo every night for my passion

Ah, look how this shit had to happen, them boys started hating, them boys started lagging (They lagging)

Shit, it's up for the grabbing, I seen me a chance and I took it, kidnapped it (Kidnapped)

Yeah, yeah, I killed 'em with fashion, them niggas be rapping, them niggas be tacky

Yeah, yeah, them boys be capping, the Margiela tag, them boys ain't having (Margiela)

Rocking the boat like Aaliyah (I'm rocking that)

Stripes in the street like a zebra (Got stripes)

I told the bitch I don't need her (No, no)

She told me pull up, come see her (Pull up)

First time I had me a million in cash, I remember it gave me the chills (Ooh)

I like a bitch with the stripes on her ass, I'm boutta go get in her ribs (I'm in there)

Diving, I'm on the pill, my niggas'll hop out and kill (Brrt)

Sirens, coming and we disappear

Silence, nigga, don't tell and get drilled (Don't tell)

I come through popping this shit, you know?

Ain't no stopping this shit, these niggas thought it was over but it ain't never over

You know what I mean? We don't never tap out

Y'all niggas need to tap in

Yeah, yeah

Burn out the cat, I know how to handle it

Straight out the trap, (Straight out the trap) This shit wasn't handed (Uh-uh)

Bulletproof Track, (Bulletproof Track) 'cause life is a gamble (Gamble)

Put up the racks, (Put it up) I count up the racks and my hands start cramping (Cramping)

I put on my crew (Let's go)

You wouldn't know how to walk in my shoes (Uh-uh)

And my bitch, she be stuck just like glue (She stuck)

Lemon squeeze on this Glock, this ain't juice (Squeeze)

Hit the trigger, I make 'em go poof (Hit the trigger)

Maggot bitch, I don't want her, she loose (Uh-uh)

Keep my focus, my vision went through (I'm focused)

Fuck the school, I had broke all the rules (Fuck school)

Got the Ms when I put down the juice (Ms)

I'm on fire and this bitch like a fuse (I'm on fire)

Make a movie like Netflix and Zeus

Audemar skeleton, you see through (Woo, woo)

Tupac with the Glock, got the juice

Get a bad bitch and make her my muse (Come here)

Falling off, nigga no, I refuse (I can't do that)

Back on my bullshit, I hop in my Wraith (Skkrt)

I see a pretty bitch, fuck on her face (Hey)

Five hundred K on a plate, say my grace (Five)

Hurted my heart, had to cut off my ace (Woo)

Make sure you stepping, not reckless, no trace

She ain't got motion, I see in her lace

Treat me like a king and a God, feed me grapes

Pussy good, sing to the bitch like I'm Drake (Let's go)

Pardon my fashion bitch, I will bag a bitch

Check my network, that shit ain't even accurate (Uh-uh)

Man, my first ten had went in my mattress (Ten thou')

Like a mistletoe, bitch, come and kiss the dick (Mwah)

Black diamonds, it look like some licorice

Man, this shit on my wrist cost me six bricks (Six)

Six bricks, bitch, that's a lot

High as a kite, (High) on a PJ, my kids and my wife (Let's go)

I'm too rich to be gambling dice (Too rich)

He a rat, give him cheese, he a mice (He a rat)

I would crying when I couldn't get them nights (I would cry)

It's ok, order PJ tonight (PJ)

Better hide when we pull out the shiest (Better hide)

Before we spin we go pray up to Christ (God)

Vibe, with a P, come and dive, in the sea (Let's go)

It's a Richard Mille, on the sleeve (It's a Richard)

Got it out the mud, I believe (I believe)

Know you hate a nigga, that's disease

Spent a quarter million, that's a breeze (Quarter)

Put this dick in her, told her breathe (Breathe)

Say the money, it don't grow on trees (Let's go)

Vibe, with a P, come and dive, in the sea (Let's go)

It's a Richard Mille, on the sleeve (It's a Richard)

Got it out the mud, I believe (I believe)

Know you hate a nigga, that's disease

Spent a quarter million, that's a breeze (Quarter)

Put this dick in her, told her breathe (Breathe)

Say the money, it don't grow on trees (Let's go)

Vibe (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Vibe, with a P (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Vibe (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Put this dick in her, told her breathe (Vibe)

Shoot My Shot lyrics - IDK & Offset

[IDK:]

Uh-huh, uh, uh

Uh-huh, uh, ayy

24/7, I'm a real one

I ain't got no money problems, I ain't got no children

Dodgin' baby mama drama, oop, that's a close one

Ass like a horse, but her face like she wholesome

Uh (Uh), Whole Foods shoppin'

And she work out every day, you know them nudes poppin'

Stomach on apple cider vinegar, she do somethin' to me

Good sex, got you thinkin' me and you somethin', thought it was

Ayy, thought it was, thought it was

Four-fives, two tens, that's a dub, that's a dub

Say she just graduated, I'm in love, I'm in love

Say she like to do the lounge, she don't fuck with the clubs

My type, my type, yeah, yeah, my type

Like Biggie, if the head right, I'm there all night

Like Yeezy, when I see it, I'ma hit it on sight

Like Kendrick Lamar, we gon' be al-

When I used to shoot my shot, you a Matrix

Now you reappear, but I hate tricks

Look, nobody likes a fake ho

Bitch, love who I am, not my bankroll

But I'm up, so that is not realistic

Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistics

Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one

Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sexin', uh

[Offset:]

Shoot my shot, Steph Curry, it's a swish (Swish)

Gucci or Dior, you come explore the way I live (Explore)

Bentayga for baddies, put the Chrome Heart on your drip (Chrome)

Add up, mathematics, it's like magic, way it flip (Magic)

Look at the tone (Ooh, she grown)

Brown skin just like the Patek on my arm (Brown)

Bouncin', you get allowance, icy charm (Bounce)

Fountain, I make it rain like thunderstorm (Splash)

Private flights and private nights, nobody knowin' (Shh)

Told her she was fuckin' with the one, they was snorin' (Snorin')

Sleepin' on me, woke 'em up, alarm (Wake up)

Niggas hatin', I don't even know like, "How you doin'?" (Hi)

'Fore I got this rich, I wasn't shit, my life was ruined (Hey)

Drivin' in my coupe today, my windows tinted, eat the plate (Woo, woo)

Eat the plate like Anna Mae, do it if she take the bait

Million-dollar nigga, put one million in lil' Kody safe (One million)

I dress in the coldest way, backdoor, I just stole a base

[IDK:]

When I used to shoot my shot, you a Matrix

Now you reappear, but I hate tricks

Look, nobody likes a fake ho

Bitch, love who I am, not my bankroll

But I'm up, so that is not realistic

Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistics

Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one

Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sexin', uh

These hoes don't respect my grind (Ayy, ayy)

She callin' rain checks, don't respect my time (Ayy, ayy)

Callin' rain checks 'cause she know she a dime (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I make that bitch bounce, I'm Bank of America

I got Sydney and Erica, I got Stacy in Maryland

I got plenty of hoes, don't make me make no comparison

I should embarrass these hoes, but I'ma calm back down

Got the Maybach, ask her how she gon' act now

When I used to shoot my shot, you a Matrix

Now you reappear, but I hate tricks

Look, nobody likes a fake ho

Bitch, love who I am, not my bankroll

But I'm up, so that is not realistic

Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistics

Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one

Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sexin'

Silk And Cologne (Spider-Verse Remix) lyrics - EI8HT & Offset

(from "SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE" soundtrack)

[EI8HT:]

There's a party, oh

He call me shawty (He call me shawty)

Whiff on me candy (Whiff on me candy)

You think you love me (You think you love me)

Got he on silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

So you [?]

Sit he pan me telly, mmm

Snow-cone, lemme dare

How you lookin at me? Mama let you down lucky, mmm

Stick around for a whole lotta ish

Whole lotta ish, and the ish don't miss, yeah

Stick around with me and come kick

On my [?] click a finger got a whole lotta it (Oh, oh)

To go America

Tell driver send my card

I show them how it done

They take it how it come (Oh, oh)

[?] in the club

[?] My Margiela, my Margiela

There's a party, oh

He call me shawty (He call me shawty)

Whiff on me candy (Whiff on me candy)

You think you love me (You think you love me)

Got he on silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

[Offset:]

I could be a fronter, I could give a lot of money

I could be an umbrella, and when the storm comin'

Stamps on your passport, country after country

Back then I would have to grind it out the dungeon

I turned nothing into somethin'

Visions of me winning, man, I knew that they were comin'

Felt it in my stomach, it was always in my conscious

I could see my future when nobody seen it coming

I don't eat for nothin'

Ride with me, slide with me

Man, I hope you don't get tired of me

Lookin' in your eyes, they look like you a bride to me

It's a party, have you ever been in LaFerrari?

Show me that it's real, you a part of me

I need you close, don't go far from me

And I feel better when you talk to me

So come and talk to me

[EI8HT:]

There's a party, oh

He call me shawty (He call me shawty)

Whiff on me candy (Whiff on me candy)

You think you love me (You think you love me)

Got he on silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

There's a party, oh

He call me shawty (He call me shawty)

Whiff on me candy (Whiff on me candy)

You think you love me (You think you love me)

Got he on silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Silk and cologne, silk and cologne

Sleep Walking lyrics - Offset (feat. Quavo)

[DJ Durel:]

Aye wake up nigga!

Fuckin' sleep walking and shit

It's bout time they free my brother Offset

Free Mango

Free John Wick

Streets on lock!

[Offset:]

Sippin' codeine got me sleep walking

Hit the plug with the motherfuckin' re-rock

Don't speak to me nigga talkin' cheap talk

Got the plug pulling up on the speed boat

In the trap dunking bricks like the tomahawk

100, 000 dollar what the chain cost

Spent 200, 000 just to chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Forgiatos spinning on a drop top

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Drop the top off

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Dropping the top I do surgery

Porsche 911 emergency

Back seat Bentley like I posed to be

I'm rich and famous don't get close to me

Young nigga what you know pulling up in the room with a bad bitch looking like a coca cola

I go 0-100 with a Lamb motor

You a loco choco migo gang we going global

I'm an ignorant nigga drop the brain off the rain

40, 000 for the rollie and it plain jane

2 pistols on me nigga call me Max Payne

I'm a fool with the rock like LeBron James

Sippin' syrup in the rari watch me swerve

I came along way from the curb

I'm flyer than an eagle and an old school bird

I need my money ASAP not talking Ferg

Sippin' codeine got me sleep walking

Hit the plug with the motherfuckin' re-rock

Don't speak to me nigga talkin' cheap talk

Got the plug pulling up on the speed boat

In the trap dunking bricks like the tomahawk

100, 000 dollar what the chain cost

Spent 200, 000 just to chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Forgiatos spinning on a drop top

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Drop the top off

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

[Quavo:]

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Pull up in the rari with the sawed off

At the top nigga never gonna fall off

She be fuckin' and suckin' just for a shoutout

Migos in the arena I know it's sold out

You mouth open wide young nigga close your mouth

Pull up in convertible them niggas hurt my nigga Pistol P and this shit really hurt to me

Back then when a nigga kick doors and juug bags I ain't have a [?]

Now I made it nigga having millions

Drop the top call it banana peeling

When I step out like a polar bear young nigga chillin'

And she knowin' Migos in the building

Pull up to the condo cause she feel me

Cut the top off the coupe like a pair of scissors

[Offset:]

Sippin' codeine got me sleep walking

Hit the plug with the motherfuckin' re-rock

Don't speak to me nigga talkin' cheap talk

Got the plug pulling up on the speed boat

In the trap dunking bricks like the tomahawk

100, 000 dollar what the chain cost

Spent 200, 000 just to chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Chop the brain off

I'm a go ahead and chop the brain off

Forgiatos spinning on a drop top

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Drop the top off

I'm a go ahead and drop the top off

Offset other songs:

 

SLOPES lyrics - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Offset & Warren Hue

You have to say something to me, like we have to have a conversation, real quick?

But you really have to, yeah?

Aye

Summer time shit, I got bands, aye

Benjamin and me, best friends, aye

Swerving these hoes, I'm tried of shawty's

I hate when they not on the ground, woah

Oh my God, Warren like, hello, I'm back on my bullshit

Don't sugarcoat, baby

Fuck it, I still want to coup to be navy or cream color

Coco like woah, woah

I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie

I treated chella like dashing up Biggie

Still got the pack up smoke in my city

Here from Habana she text me you miss me

Bitch, I got bands and they stuck in my pants, woah

Feel me?

Pockets, they dancing like Britney

Bands on me, can't fit my Yeezy's (Yeah)

Dior, the girl when they fit me (Yeah)

Back in Jakarta, they hofer my downfall

Like, come on, like, bitch, I been messin'

And they mad, man

Why you mad, man?

And they mad, man, yeah, yeah

Pull it with a fit, and they mad, man, woah

Show money bags in my backpack (Oh)

Introducing warrior granddad (Oh)

Seven on a wrap, motherfucker, lie roach

I don't dress a bitch with a bright, bright coach

She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope

Ski, ski, west leg, game two stick, one dick

Want to wake the ass up and po

Quarter million dollars on one stage (Quarter million)

Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (Switch)

White man in my pocket, no race (White man)

Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (Hey)

Bought a new vert, somebody come race (Vert)

Pop two, perc, can't feel my face (Percs)

They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (Lazy)

They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with a wave (Uh)

Issey told you I ain't tame, man

Fuck it do you feel me now, I gotta move weight

I ain't tryna move fake no way, yeah (Oh)

Oh, fuck 'em, I just been in my thing (Yeah)

Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (Yeah)

Climbing got it all on tape

Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (Brr)

The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (Race)

Food on your table for you eat, say grace (Amen)

I'm going number one, can taste it (Number one)

I was born up a star, I'm an alien (Star)

I'mma sell out arenas and the stadium (Arenas)

I got my gang and my family ain't tradin' 'em (Gang)

Niggas hate let 'em drown, they ain't savin 'em (Drown)

I turn the pain into pride, I should be proud of him

Woo

Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em

Backstage full of people I don't like

So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (Aye, man)

Every year, gotta change my alias (Woo)

B-O-T-Y, shawty like the name in the stain

Tell my soul how to track my roles when they watch

Ain't mad, man

Ain't mad, man

Ain't mad, man

Pull it with a fit, ain't mad, man, huh

Show money bags in my backpack, huh

Introducing warrior granddad, huh

Stepping on rap motherfucker like

I was born on a star, I'm an alien

They don't wanna work, these niggas don't want to work

I was born on a star, I'm an alien

I'mma sell out arenas and stadiums

I got a gang of my family ain't tradin' 'em

Niggas hate let them drown, I ain't savin' 'em

I turn the pain into pride, I should be proud of him

Nah, nah, fuck that

Soakin Wet lyrics - Quality Control, Marlo & Offset (feat. City Girls)

[Intro:]

Hitmaka

OG Parker

[Marlo (Offset):]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

On the jet, yeah

Bad bitches fuckin' on the set, yeah (Smash)

When I flex, yeah (Flex)

VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah

(Soakin' wet, yeah)

I'm the shit, get a plumber

Runnin' through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)

Yeah, flexin' in the city (Flex)

Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

[Yung Miami (Marlo):]

Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet

Pussy wet, drippin', super soaker, treat it like a pet

I got niggas in the pen callin' collect

That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin' wet, yeah)

Hit 'em with that wet wet (Wet wet)

I'll put a ring on it for a check check

He want me meet him at the bank but he ain't there yet

And you short a couple hundreds, you ain't there yet (Nah)

But I ain't trippin'

I'm in love as long as you spend it (Period)

Super wet, yeah

[Marlo (Offset):]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

[Offset:]

Soakin' wet (Yeah, splash)

Spend the check (Spend the check)

I am a vet (I am a vet)

I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)

I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet

(Ugh, ugh)

I get the bag, I'm spendin' the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)

Yeah, she soakin' (Splash)

Pussy fat, it's poking (Poking)

Let me bust it open (Open)

Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)

Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)

She clappin' and I cannot focus (Clappin')

I'm havin' that shit, I be loaded (Havin')

Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Marlo:]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'?

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah

Hope you hoes pay attention

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

Step 1 lyrics - SleazyWorld Go & Offset

Know we be steppin' on shit, this that steppin' music right here

Gree', come on

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (Come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

Shots hit his tummy, he paralyzed, he can't walk no more (Can't walk)

What's-His-Name got hit all in his–, shh, he can't talk no more (Shh)

Baghdad told me, "Buy him the K, he don't want the Glock no more" (Don't want the Glock no more)

He don't even want that bitch no more, fuck

We stay bendin' blocks, I think the opps tryna play hide and seek (come on)

We the ones seekin', they the ones hidin', it ain't hard to see (What the fuck)

Chasin' niggas down, drive-by who? We hoppin' out on feet (We hoppin' out on feet)

Lil' bitch come eat, I ain't tryna talk, I stuffed her lips with meat (bitch)

Look, I ain't tryna wife you (No), bitch, I barely like you (Bitch, I barely like you)

Box who? I'ma just shoot, I ain't finna fight you (I ain't finna fight you)

Switch it up, you see us in a fishbowl, just know them switches tucked (You know they on)

Better be cool and be smooth, you think 'bout flippin' us

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

Step right, nigga hit him first and hit his candle light

Walk him down, caught him at his bitch house, it's a body found

All I need is fifty round (Fifty), with a switch it's like a hundred rounds

Dead man, I just put a fifty on his headband

Sigs and Dracos in this bitch, we ready for war like Pakistan (Sigs)

My best man, he just like Ginóbili, shoot with his left hand (Swish)

Niggas ain't gettin' no get-back, when we spin, we got the top man (Hey)

Top boy, actin' like you got bricks, you need to stop, boy

Hot boy, nigga be talkin' that rara, choppa stop noise

Shh (Shh), ain't no talkin' no more

Nigga be talkin' like bitches, I pull out the switches, I bet he can't walk no more (Hey)

But he got caught at the light, he got hit with the pipe, and we uppin' the score some more

Play with the wrong niggas, we started spankin' them niggas, they ain't playin' no more (Spank)

I got a short temper, payin' for bodies, but really nobody don't know

Poppin' like you really 'bout it, let's go

I turn an opp to a pack and I smoke

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

TBS lyrics - R-Mean, Offset & Scott Storch (feat. DB Bantino)

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

M-O-N-E-Y

Only thing I talk is the money

And we got the choppas make 'em fire

I ain't really feeling like Ghandi

10 bad bitches tryna vibe

Bet they won't get a dime from me

I remember sleeping outside

I didn't have no money I was hungry

Niggas ain't talkin' bout shit

Audemars Piguet's the wrist

Smash the hoe but don't trick

Hit the gas the lamb doing tricks

He a rat we ain't fuckin' with a snitch

Raaah! Scratch 'em off the list

Dressed in Margiela when I like to kick it

You ain't rich yet till you get a ticket

Rose gold Audemars Piguet

Bought a Bentley for the flex

Got a chopper, got a tech

I got plugs and connects

Free my niggas on the rec

Ain't came back yet

Gotta ride with a vest

You can die for respect

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

They be asking for a quote

I be asking what the budget

They be talking bout the smoke

I be talking bout the nugget

Seen 'em flexing on the gram

I'm like no papa

Ya'll always talking that beef

But never gon' do nada

We ain't never heard of you

You say you from the street but no one know what street though

We bout to go gold

You say your it's all gold but why your neck turn green though

Type of shit that should be illegal

Muthafuckas ain't be talkin' bout shit

I could tell you ain't been punched in the lip

This a movie yeah my life is a flick

Push the Cullinan then switch to the coupe

Album star studded just like the roof

These are free throws, these alley oops

I'm just saying we ain't miss when we shoot

Bang! Bang!

Runnin' and runnin' your lip

Always got something to say

But never be talkin' bout shit

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Truck Loads lyrics - Offset & Lil Yachty

[Offset:]

Ayy, hey

You know, we gettin' money on these mothafuckers, man

I know what the fuck we talkin' 'bout

I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas doin'

You know what I mean?

Nah for real man

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions (woo)

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins (uh)

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care (hey)

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up (stack)

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

[Offset:]

Offset!

Back up, back up, back up, back up

We was grindin' hard tryna get the racks up

Niggas hated on us, niggas laughed on us (laughed)

Now we pullin' up with bags on us (bags)

Pop the seal, pour the Actavis in peach Crush (Act')

Sippin' anything, you get the bubble guts

When the pack come in then my heart get a rush (yeah)

Cause I know I'm 'bout to make a million plus

We be ridin' through the city (ridin')

The bricks get in on Wednesday

You heard she was fuckin' other niggas (damn)

When you cut her off, you run up her ticket (go)

Back up, back up, back up, back up (back up)

I'm a rich nigga, don't act up (rich)

Snakes in the grass, come masked up

Got thirty bricks on the back of the Raptor

Who the fuck said the Migo gang ain't started this? (who)

We planted the seed and made a garden, bitch (yea)

I ain't with the bullshit, I always depart from this (no)

Migo gang, you niggas not a part of it (gang)

Pocket rocket 'case a problem (baow)

Foreign bitches sniffin' powder

The truck gon' be here in an hour (yes)

I'm watchin' my back like an owl

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

[Lil Yachty:]

Lil Boat!

I had to cut a lot of people off

These bitch niggas they soft and they mind was off

Hole in one all of 'em like I'm playin' golf

Gotta get paid, young nigga, like I'm Dolph

22 caliber, this ain't airsoft

Get hit with it if you thinkin' we soft

Nigga run up and try to take my chain

That's the last that you heard of his name

Ain't a shame, bitch I rock 17

Gucci on Gucci, that young nigga clean

Bought up the Nautica sales on my own

Wouldn't be surprised if they called my phone

Wouldn't be surprised if you tried to clone

Up high, bitch I'm fly like a drone

No drugs, did this shit fully sober

Fuck a friend cause some niggas some cobras

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

Um Yea lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Cardi B

[Offset:]

We havin' a check by the way

Huh, woo woo woo

You feel me? you dig

Shit look easy, know what I mean

Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit

Yeah, pay that lil dime

Yeah, if you get knocked for that body

Yeah, do that lil time (appeal)

Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though)

Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though)

Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine)

Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a ganster, she ready to slide (you ready to ride)

Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh)

If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick)

Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)

Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball)

Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)

Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper

Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers

Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh)

Yeah, go pick up a bigger road, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico)

You got them bricks, we gon' kick the door (boo)

I'm in your hood, Robin

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

[Cardi B (Offset):]

Bardi, uh

Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah)

I sell tracks that these toys need for seating roles (pack)

I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?)

Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr)

I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)

Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme)

I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo)

I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh)

Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)

By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah)

He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

[Offset:]

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

Uon Want No Problems lyrics - Offset

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

Uon want problems with this 30 round clip on my hip

Fat pockets looking like Norbit

These bitches ain't bout shit, girls gone wild showing they tits

Molly Molly got that bitch twerking like Miley Cyrus

My wrist sick it got a virus, bricks on the boat like pirates

This gun is not licensed

My pockets fat, you on a diet

I got molly come try it

Don't run up on me take advice bitch, bullets have ya body hot like Niacin

I was broke, I remember no titans

What ya doing bitch? Suck it, don't bite it

7-4 GD, We Righteous

Road to riches, lean is killing my kidneys

First of all, gotta say free all my niggas

Big bro doing 15 years, that's a long ass sentence

Cried at the court date, I don't give a fuck

You can say I was in my feelings

Uon want no problems, my young niggas solve em, they gremlins

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

Giuseppe shoes with the gold buckle, trapping 20 years you a old hustler

Something ain't right, get a new formula

Birds singing like Monica

Middle finger to the your honor, death before dishonor

Don't fuck with those who snitchin, for a young nigga hit you with the clip

You don't want beef, cause we will eat

Molly got me grittin my teeth, Molly got me can't go to sleep

First 48, Y.D.G. killed the beat

I got 10 bricks in the Cherokee, her ass is fat like Cherokee

Vegetarian love my broccoli and celery, etc

I'm smokin gas and ridin round in a Bentley cause I'm extra... ordinary

You tellin lies, nigga you a fairy

Bad bitch with the short hair, and she look like Halle Berry

You don't want no problems and nigga you scary

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

UP THE SMOKE lyrics - Stunna 4 Vegas & Offset

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

I'm smooth on my feet

My bitches the bad as can be

Stackin', then pray go to sleep

I'm at the top of the peak

Put baguettes on top of our teeth

Put fire in front of this beat

I can't lie, got shooters that creep

She from DeVry, she gon' suck me to sleep

Switch up the flow, they gon' bite it fosho

Put the stick on your bitch, get your hiding on low

This a 50, then young niggas ready to go

Richard Mille sit on my wrist, I'm the goat

Tag on your hoe, tag on your toe

Baguettes on baguettes, my neck overload

I'm having, you're capping, go rat to this pole

Take off his hat, leave a rat with a hole

Ain't no cap in me

The Trap be jumpin' like athletes

I get cash, you see

Lamborghini, niggas ain't as fast as me

Cookie' gas, the lean

I get the bag, casually

You niggas embarrassing

This Audemar, this is a masterpiece

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

4 times!

They wipe his nose if I say so

Issa green light when I say go

Ay, what you gon' do for a bank roll

Move like the mob, I got hitters on payroll

20 racks cash on a lawyer, the case closed

Rap money turnt me into an A hole

Don't tag me when it's gun smoke

I'm tryna knock off your block like legos

I'm tryna knock you off

Send you to where nobody knows

My ice turned me anemic but I'm never freezing

When it's time to up the smoke

She said she diggin' my flow

I make her suck me then suck my bro

We knock them down by the four

I'm still walk in with fye at all my shows

And I still put 30s

Up under all my glicks

Double Ds on my sticks

Say she don't like me, hoe suck my dick

When it's beef we don't pick and choose

We got more cannons than Nick

He get put on the news or left on his dick

Trying me like I'm a lick

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

Violation Freestyle lyrics - Quality Control & Offset

Ain't no more motherfuckin', "Wassup bro" with these niggas man

As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

I just woke up to the money today (wake up)

Fuck all that demon shit, I'm 'bout to pray (God)

I really posted on blocks with these K's (blocks)

I'm thinking about putting some stock in the Braves (stock)

Back up lil bitch, you ain't bad enough (back up)

All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)

Bust down my wrist, bitch I'm Patek'd up (bust up)

Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)

I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)

Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)

Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)

No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

I got more money than all of you niggas (money)

If I feel like it's smoke then I'm calling out niggas (smoke)

Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)

Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)

Lil boy, boy you ain't did nothin' (lil boy, boy)

30K shows, that's that kid money (thirty ball)

Thankin' the lord what he did for me (God)

I thank him 'cause really I did something (hey)

Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet

They really don't understand what I'm saying (shh, shh, shh)

From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)

Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)

A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)

Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)

I don't upload a nigga, but when I see you I'll expose you niggas

Niggas so young that I'm feeling like I'm a OG

At the top with the older niggas (OG)

Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)

Amsterdam, wrappin' a global figure (woo)

And I got loads of figures (loads)

It's all red, yeah the coupe it's a blister (skrt)

'Cause you're rich, lil nigga ain't official (nah)

You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

I just woke up to the money today (wake up)

Fuck all that demon shit, I'm 'bout to pray (God)

I really posted on blocks with these K's (blocks)

I'm thinking about putting some stock in the Braves (stock)

Back up lil bitch, you ain't bad enough (back up)

All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)

Bust down my wrist, bitch I'm Patek'd up (bust up)

Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)

I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)

Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)

Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)

No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Wanna Be Me lyrics - Offset

[DJ Durel:]

There's a lot of niggas that wanna be us right now

We just set a trend round the whole nation

I know you wanna be me

Tryna bite my dab

But I'm on a whole another level!

Let's Go!

[Offset:]

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You don't wanna be me

I done did a lot of dirt up in these streets

From breaking in houses to selling them [?]

Remember going to the airport and stealing g

All these street niggas they fucking with me

All these broke niggas they like [?]

I shot the fuck nigga before he could reach

And I'm sneakin' and geekin' feelin' like scream

Who are you

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

More M's than Mickey D

No diamonds its gems all up in your piece

OG gas need to spray some Febreze

I'm the same nigga from back in the day

Give me a sprite and I'm a drop an eighth

I go bananas I turn to an ape

Talking behind me that's a pussy trait

I'm fly as a bitch but I don't got a cape

I am the predator you are the prey

I'm robbing his son not talking bout nate

Pull up to my mansion get froze at the gate

He couldn't make it because it was too late

Shoutout to Pedro he put food on my plate

You wannabe niggas not hunnid you fake

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

[Takeoff:]

You wanna be me nigga just think about it

If I feel uncomfortable nigga pull out the pocket rocket

If it's an issue my nigga ain't no need to talk about it

Niggas quick to talk like they bout it we gon' see about em'

Niggas be bitin' the three amigos stealin' lingo my nigga that shit is illegal

I used to trap out a Regal with Skippa Flippa cameras follow a nigga like cheetahs

They wanna be the Migos cause they know the critics say the Migos better than The Beatles

United Kingdom like I'm William Regal

All black Lamborghini man it look like Caesar

I want no feature [?] favourite rapper [?]

Don't really fuck with the industry independant you get more Benjamin's when you single

I call my plug and ask him what's the tab

He told me you straight hit me when you touch down

I've been a trendsetter 21 years

2015 niggas stealing the dab

Niggas try copy my flow and I laugh

They don't know how long I work for my crown

I come for you artists and fuck up your [?]

You'll see, keep talking get hit with the dab

[Offset:]

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me